I wrote a poem a few months ago, in December.
It’s called Together….
I stood above you
With an axe
Wanting to slay
Slicing you in two
Soaking the pillow with your warm, crimson blood
With hate at the end of my fingers
Wanting to wrap them around your neck
Squeezing so tightly
Your eyes bulge and your nose turns blue
Those lips of yours, they’d quiver in fear
I stood above you
With fever in my eyes
Salty sweat engulfing you
Watching you drown
Wanting to drink back my tears
Filling my belly like a balloon
I stood above you
And if I were to burst
My guts would cover you
Together dead
As it has always been.
The End. Need I say more?
